I was lying on the grass, the sun shining warm on my skin. My eyes were closed, my breathing even. I was trying to relax, trying to stop my mind from replaying the disappointment of today’s class.
Just like always, I failed to grasp the technique our trainer has been teaching us for weeks. Xena picked it up within the first few days, while I’ve spent weeks getting nowhere. I’ve tried, truly tried, but it’s like my mind refuses to click with it.
Watching Xena practice so effortlessly made me feel like a failure. For once, I wanted to get something right. For once, I wanted to feel proud of myself and wanted to see that pride reflected in our mother’s eyes.
I know she loves us both equally. She doesn’t show favoritism. To her, we’re the same. But I still notice that look of pride she give
